Seraphina Angela, infamously known as 'The Ruby Cadillac' is the original heiress to the throne of her father's mafia, which is partnered with the leading king & queen of the Italian mafia; Carter Fenix and Delilah Fiora Fenix. Seraphina isn't a reg...
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Pov: Seraphina Angela
He's an idiot. A literal idiot- my idiot, but still an idiot.
Why in gods name would he think that replacing himself with a fluffy-ass pillow would fool me? I'm an Assassin for fucks sake, I notice the slightest of changes.
I throw my hair up in a messy bun, grab my dagger from the drawer, and slip into his black hoodie and some comfy sweatpants. Who the hell cares what I'm wearing!? I want to know where this dumbass went and if he is even okay.
Before I head out, I use the washroom and shoot a text to Damien. He's usually awake at this time, doing what only god knows.
Me: have you seen Vince anywhere?
Damey: nope
Me: are u sure?
Damey: yes
Me: really?
Damey: YES NOW STOP INTERROGATING ME, WOMAN!
Interrogating?! Is Vince with Zahir- I swear to god if that fucker even touches Vince I'll fucking slit his throat.
Me: where r u?
Damey: kitchen
Me: of course, I'll see u in a min
Damey: okay !!
Me: ps. ur an idiot
Damey: u know u love me </3
Me: sure hun
- - -
"Heyyyy," Damien coos and spins around to face me in the island chair while I cross my arms across my chest and narrow my eyes at him. "Where is he?" I ask and he shrugs.
"Don't make me ask you again, Dame, please tell me," I urge and he rolls his eyes, he gets up and places both his hands on my shoulders. "I do not have the answers you are looking for, Mi estimada [my dear]" he says while vigorously shaking my shoulders back and forth, intensifying my headache.
I place my palms on either side of his face to stop him and he grins like the cute little baby he is on the inside, "Sure you don't, cariño [sweetie]" I coo and raise my eyebrow at him, suspiciously, hoping he'll give in.
He grips my shoulders tighter and drops his head with a sigh, "He's downstairs with Zahir," Damien confesses, I smirk and pat his cheek.
"Te quiero gracias! [love you thanks!]" I cheer and he rolls his eyes with a grin, I reach up and place a quick kiss on his forehead.
"¡Me va a matar por esto, pero también te quiero! [he's going to kill me for this, but love you too!]" he chuckles and sends me on my way, before that I stop and tell him one last thing which makes him a blushing mess.
